lately i can't stop thinking about where things have been, the lives of lifeless things.

like at the grocery store. sure, the cereal has been in other states in factories, and maybe on planes and tractor-trailer trucks. but you could buy a box of cereal that was in someone's cart who died at the grocery store. you are eating someone's reshelved cereal that used to be theirs but they died before they could get it home.

before i only thought about stuff like this when buying clothes. or if i see clothes on a rack that have deodorant marks on them. i've thought about who tried it on and why they didn't want it. it's just kind of weird, we don't really think about how many sets of hands have touched things before we get them. it's like they only start existing when they exist in our own lives.

maybe this fits right in with this recent theme of connectedness. i want to know about the everyday life of whoever put the inspection sticker on this shirt i'm wearing. i want to know if they re-shelf whatever is in the cart of someone that dies at a grocery store.